my darling, we would be too bright

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to slow dance
with you
is something
i couldn't do

for the room
would turn to ash

and the curtains
would spark
and catch

until we were
waltzing in
a burning room.

charred furniture
our audience

and the crackle
of the flames
our orchestra.

smoke and cinders
in our aftermath

yet, i would be
still ablaze from
this desire.

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